Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Congo and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Country Teasers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Man Parrish,
Sight & Sound,
Josef K,
Unwound,
Ken Boothe,
Depeche Mode,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Livin' Joy,
Fat Boys,
Eric Copeland,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Outsiders,
Nico,
Jacob Miller,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Pretty Things,
The Dead C,
The Moleskins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Durutti Column,
Michelle Simonal,
D'Angelo,
Symarip,
Siglo XX,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stetsasonic,
Soul II Soul,
Television Personalities,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fire Engines,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pole,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric B and Rakim,
H. Thieme,
The Seeds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fugazi,
Pantytec,
Wings,
Marmalade,
K-Klass,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Piero Umiliani,
the Association,
Judy Mowatt,
The Move,
The Raincoats,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.